Warning: Mature things in the end of this lol. Also, it switches POV's for obvious reasons in the middle. As always, review and hope y'all enjoy!
Chapter 20
Annabeth
Annabeth stumbled back, but Percy went with her and then they were backed up against her tree, his lips… gods. Her head spun and his hands came up from her waist, tangling themselves in her curls. He tasted like the ocean and a little like beer but Annabeth didn't dwell on it. She could barely form a coherent thought.
Annabeth gripped his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, tilting her head back with a groan as he unlocked his lips from hers and kissed her neck - under her ear, sucking at the little spot between her collarbone and shoulder - and then he was on her again, this time skating a hand on her jean clad thigh. Annabeth fought back a shudder. She…
She had to think. But - gods, she wanted more. So she locked their lips again, gripping his hair tightly in her first, his fingers - oh, fuck - his fingers brushed up against the button of her Levi's and -
Annabeth shoved him away. No. No, she couldn't do this right now, couldn't be with him so soon after… she needed to figure her own shit out, for both their sakes.
His expression was stunned, cheeks burning red, lips chapped and bruised, his hair a tousled mess. She doubted she looked much better.
"I - I shouldn't have-" He breathed out, unable to finish the sentence.
"No," She said, quiet. More bitter than she should have sounded considering how much she had just thoroughly enjoyed that. "You shouldn't have." She turned, slipping her book into the pouch on Blackjack's side, mounted the horse, and took off, leaving Percy in the dust.
-0-
"I'm not going out again tonight, Piper." Annabeth said, rolling her eyes. "Do you remember yesterday?"
"Yes, I do." Piper said, bouncing up and down on Annabeth's bed in excitement. "Which is exactly why you need to get out there again and make sure your weekend is total shit."
Annabeth shrugged. "It's summer. Everyday is the weekend."
Piper groaned. "That's a dumb argument. Please please please please." Piper pleaded with her, her hands clasped in a begging position.
Annabeth considered it. She hadn't told Piper about this morning. It had felt too… unreal. Fragile, as if Annabeth opened her mouth and told someone it would've meant it had never happened in the first place. "Who will be there?"
Piper shrugged. "Don't know. Probably the usual. I think Percy's going with the boys."
Annabeth tensed, but if Piper noticed she didn't say anything. "Fine." She conceded. "I'll go."
"Yes!" Piper shouted, pumping her fist in the air. "I'll call Thalia and Hazel, tell them they can come over here and get ready with us."
Annabeth nodded, and Piper started pacing around the room, talking animatedly to their other friends. She tried to convince herself that she had said yes because Piper had really wanted her too, but she knew deep down that wasn't it. Scenarios for the night started playing around in her head, all of them ending with her too drunk to care about kissing Percy again - and having an excuse in the morning as to why she did it.
Thalia and Hazel arrived within the next thirty minutes, and Piper started shoving clothes into all of their hands, picking out outfits for them.
"Thalia, change." Piper said, exasperated. "We're already late because I had to convince Annabeth this was even a good idea."
"This is way too much color." Thalia complained, holding up the dark red shirt Piper had picked out.
Piper rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine." She tossed Thalia a black tank top. "Better?"
Thalia accepted it without complaint, throwing the shirt on over her black bra.
Annabeth picked up her phone again, her heart dropping at the lack of notifications for the millionth time that day. She had felt kind of bad that she had left him stranded out there without a horse, but she walked out there all the time - it was barely thirty minutes.
If you knew where you were going.
Maybe she should… she should text. Just to make sure he had gotten home alright.
"Annabeth?" Hazel interrupted. Her pretty brown curls were tied back in a loose braid, and her chocolate skin contrasted nicely with the white tee Piper had thrown her way from Annabeth's closet. "You coming?"
Annabeth glanced up, realizing Piper and Thalia were already halfway down the stairs. Annabeth gave Hazel what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "Yep." Percy could wait. If he wasn't at the party, she would text.
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He was. At the party. Looking extremely, extremely attractive. He had completely ditched the city boy style, a pair of dusty Wranglers hugging his ass in a way that should have been illegal. He was wearing a college t-shirt and laughing with Jason and a couple other guys from her high school. He took a drink of his beer, his adam apple bobbing.
Annabeth let out a little whimper - whether it was out of fear or want, she didn't know.
Piper frowned. "What's wrong with you?" She asked, looking at Annabeth as she was debating whether she should get out of the car or just run away.
Annabeth grabbed Piper's hand. "You guys go ahead," She called out to Thalia and Hazel. "I'm trying to find my chapstick."
Piper's frown deepened. The lie didn't go unnoticed by her other friends, but they thankfully left them alone. Once they were out of earshot, Piper placed a hand on her hip. "Okay, spill." She insisted.
"Percy kissed me." Annabeth squeaked out, lowering her head. She half hoped Piper hadn't heard her, but her answering scream was enough for Annabeth to know she had. Annabeth sharply looked up, praying Percy's head wasn't turned towards them but he was still completely engaged in a totally different conversation, oblivious.
"No. Fucking. Way." Piper breathed out.
"Yeah way." Annabeth said, meeting her friend's excited eyes.
"Eek!" Piper squealed.
"Shhh," Annabeth scolded. "He's gonna hear you."
Piper knitted her eyebrows. "Why is this a problem?"
Annabeth winced, and Piper's eyes widened. "You didn't kiss him back?!" Her voice was getting dangerously loud again.
"No!" Annabeth insisted. "No, I did, I just… I just got scared and shoved him away and now I maybe regret it, and I maybe don't but…"
Piper rolled her eyes. "Don't lie to me. I've seen the way you two have been looking at each other since you got here. You totally loved it. But…" Her eyes softened. "If you aren't ready, I understand that too."
Annabeth gave her a grateful smile. "Thanks, Piper."
"Always." Piper said, returning the smile. "Now, let's go get fucked up and have a good time, yeah?"
Annabeth laughed, throwing her head back as she climbed out of the pickup. "Yes ma'am." She stated, swinging hand in hand with Piper as they walked towards the abandoned house. "By the way," Annabeth started, biting her lip to keep from smiling. "I fucking loved it."
Piper let out another laugh, and together they walked inside the house. It was sweaty as usual, and they made their way through the throngs of kids to the drink table where Thalia and Hazel were pouring tequila shots for all of them.
Annabeth took hers without hesitance, knowing the effect the tequila would have on her small body within minutes. It was a welcomed feeling. She downed it with no problem, slamming it on the table and declaring she needed another. It felt good, to loosen up with her friends, no boys around, just the four of them trying to get as drunk as possible within the shortest amount of time - typical high school activities.
Before she knew it, she was gripping the table, her eyes blurred as she laughed along with her friends, words tumbling out of her like vomit. Good. She needed to forget this weekend had ever happened.
-0-
Percy had noticed Annabeth as soon as she pulled up. He just had chosen to ignore her. Ignore the fact that he had been rejected - rejected - for the first time in his life today.
He sounded pathetic, even in his own head. When Jason set off to find Piper, Percy followed after him like a lost puppy, secretly hoping he would find Annabeth along with her best friend.
Unfortunately - or, fortunately - he was right. The girls were crowded around a row of shots, completely and totally wasted. Like, more than usually. By the discarded tequila bottle, they must have had way too much. As soon as Piper saw Jason, she squealed and pulled him away, no doubt to go have sex somewhere out in the middle of the field.
Annabeth stumbled back, her foot slipping on a patch of alcohol that must have been spilled. Percy reached for her out of instinct, grabbing her waist before she could do a face plant.
"Oh," She breathed, falling back on his chest. "Thanks."
Gods, she reeked of tequila. Percy wondered if it was partly his fault that she had felt the need to do this to herself, but he shoved the thought away before it could stay there long. He glanced at Thalia and Hazel, but they had disappeared, probably to find their own boys to make out with.
"Here." Percy said, pulling out a kitchen stool for her. "Sit here." He motioned, lowering her gently into the chair.
She batted him off, "I can do it on my own." She insisted, but Percy helped her anyway.
He grabbed a water bottle off the counter, opening it for her. "Drink." He ordered. She did, gulping down the entire thing. He lifted his shirt up, dried her chin, and helped her up again. "Come on, I'm taking you home."
She glared at him. "No." She protested. "No, please. Please." She pleaded with him, her eyes shiny. "You're - you always take me home because I'm a… I'm a fucking mess and I don't want you to have to leave again and I…" She trailed off, losing her train of thought.
Percy obliged, not interested in having a drunk and crying Annabeth. "Fine." He said, tugging her into a quiet corner of the outside deck where a couch sat with nobody on it. She collapsed onto the couch, glassy eyes staring out at the dark night. It was something Percy thought he might never get used to - the utter blackness of the country. If he left this pocket of life, he wouldn't be able to see his hand in that darkness.
"You must hate me." Annabeth said quietly, head propped up on her knees.
Percy sighed, sinking into the couch next to her. "No." He paused, throwing an arm around her without thinking about it too much. She nestled into his neck, the scent of her lemon hair hitting him as he took in another breath. He was still drunk - just not as drunk as Annabeth. "I think… I think I couldn't hate you even if I wanted too." He said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah. Me too." Annabeth said, her hand reaching out to trace circles on his thigh. "I'm just scared, I think. Like… my life is falling apart."
Percy tried not to laugh. It was hard to take her seriously when her words were slurred and she was opening up to him in a way that she would have never if she was sober. "Why do you think that?"
She shrugged. "Because I'm alone."
Percy sobered. "You're not." He immediately said, sliding a finger over her red cheek as he turned to look at her. He felt a sudden urge to make her feel better. He would say anything - everything - if she would stop looking at him like that. "You're not alone. Ever. As long as I'm here, you're not alone."
She just looked up at him sadly. "That's the thing. You're not always gonna be here, Percy." And then her thumb was on his lips, tracing them gently. Then her lips were on his, surprisingly violent for someone who was so out of it.
Percy pulled back, wary. "You're drunk." He stated.
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I'm not doing anything I didn't want to do this morning."
That was enough for him. He leaned back down, capturing her lips in his once again, the taste of tequila still extremely evident. She let out a little whimper as he pulled on her bottom lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth, his lower region stirring in response.
"The - the truck." Annabeth gasped, standing up from the couch, this time much more sure on her feet. She pushed them through the crowd inside back towards the front door, tugging his hand along as Percy followed blindly. She pushed him up against the side of his Chevy as soon as they got there, biting his lip as she slammed their lips together again. It was harsh and… and desperate and Percy had never felt anything like it before. He wanted - he needed more and more and more and he was going to drown and -
"Wait." He paused, pulling back, but she pushed his head down to her neck. He sucked searing hickey into her neck, a very audible moan spilling from her lips. He pulled back again with effort, his brain spinning. "We should… the truck." He motioned, reaching into his pockets for his keys.
Annabeth placed a hand on his. "I couldn't give two fucks." She snarled, and then her lips were on his again as she tugged harshly on his zipper. His own fumbled with the button on her jeans, and he pushed them down roughly to her ankles, sliding her panties out of the way.
He inserted two fingers into her as she palmed him, leading him to her entrance. He paused, though, looking Annabeth in the eye, a silent question posed in his stare. She rolled her eyes and threw her hips forward. Percy took it as a yes, and let out a breathy groan as he slid into her.
"Fuck." She whimpered, her head hitting the car door as she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from being too loud. It was rough. And fast, considering their position, and when Annabeth found her release he clamped his hand over her mouth, muffling her scream. Percy followed soon after with an audible groan.
He slid against her, his arm buckling slightly. Annabeth's breathing slowed, and when she finally looked like she was not going to pass out, she shoved him off her.
Percy pulled up his jeans, which were now around his ankles. "That was…" He started, unable to believe he had just let himself do this with Annabeth in an extremely public place.
"It never happened." She said, buttoning up her pants and fixing her shirt. She gripped his chin hard, forcing him to make eye contact with her. "Got it?"
Percy tried not to be offended. "I - yeah. I guess."
Annabeth glared at him, her eyes no longer filled with anything other than regret. She seemed to be deciding whether he actually meant it or not, but after a few seconds she replied with, "Good." and walked back into the house to go find her friends.
